accepted this battle~kid thinks im a punk~but not so,
youre at best top soil~imma dunk~ this kid in slow mo,

see j im the inside like beer is in the bottle~n im really drunk,
you the outside~like a label gettin peeled~tossed in the trunk,

ya crews~murder mitten~guess you advertise ya hands are cold,
this dudes a ~cowardly kitten~watch how this pussies legs fold,

this kid likes ta put Z's on,its his style"like he's something special",
watch me sneeze"more mentals"than his prtoduced by his pencil,

in his p/m he said he was down,damn i don't wanna know that,
admittedly on his knees,keep da fetish ta yourself n da "cock"fat,

honestly kid,obviously just using my name makes your verse better,
im drunk n still beat you,if half my verse was missing half the letters,

3 K.O's but~this ones mine~you've just stepped into a battle field,
ya ~mines blown~could'nt win this battle if you were sittin on a shield,